Hi, I'm Kiley. I'm 17, I'm from Arkansas, and I'm new.
I go to Grace Baptist Church, with my friends. (I'll explain why I don't go with my family in a minute.)
My favorite Bible verse is: Josh 1:9: Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.
I came to find Jesus through a friend. Growing up, my family didn't really have religion, we were taught "right from wrong" at least from a secular perspective, but no one prayed, talked about God, etc. It wasn't a part of my life. The only religion in my family now, besides me, is my mother, who is Wiccan.
She discovered it a few years back and I was never comfortable with it. It felt incredibly wrong and always had an evil feel to it. My mom tells me it's not, it's peaceful, it's nature-based, etc. But the fact is, it's pagan. I cannot accept that into my life. I love my mom, and I still live at home, but she knows I strongly disapprove of her lifestyle.
Last year, in high school, I met a girl named Ava. Her and I became friends, and she assumed was a Christian. I don't know why. We hung out for a few weeks and she asked what church I went to. I told her I didn't go to one. Cue on of the most important conversations I would ever have.
Now, my family thinks I'm crazy for going to church, I know they're going to burn in hell, especially my mother, and we never speak of religion. They refuse to listen to reason, and I refuse to acknowledge their pathetic excuses.
I go to Grace Baptist Church, with my friends. (I'll explain why I don't go with my family in a minute.)
My favorite Bible verse is: Josh 1:9: Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.
I came to find Jesus through a friend. Growing up, my family didn't really have religion, we were taught "right from wrong" at least from a secular perspective, but no one prayed, talked about God, etc. It wasn't a part of my life. The only religion in my family now, besides me, is my mother, who is Wiccan.
She discovered it a few years back and I was never comfortable with it. It felt incredibly wrong and always had an evil feel to it. My mom tells me it's not, it's peaceful, it's nature-based, etc. But the fact is, it's pagan. I cannot accept that into my life. I love my mom, and I still live at home, but she knows I strongly disapprove of her lifestyle.
Last year, in high school, I met a girl named Ava. Her and I became friends, and she assumed was a Christian. I don't know why. We hung out for a few weeks and she asked what church I went to. I told her I didn't go to one. Cue on of the most important conversations I would ever have.
Now, my family thinks I'm crazy for going to church, I know they're going to burn in hell, especially my mother, and we never speak of religion. They refuse to listen to reason, and I refuse to acknowledge their pathetic excuses.


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